I love liturgy. I love reliving the great drama of the Christian faith each week alongside my neighbors, and I am convinced in the power of experience over study. But this particular practice stumped me. Fasting and repentance are throughout Scripture, but I left a theology that insisted even when we were repenting, we were still sinning. I am convinced the liturgical seasons draw us closer to God, but I couldn't warm up to the idea of focusing on my sin for the next forty days. I'd given enough years of my life to that endeavor. I didn't want to pick it up again.
Until I dealt with my son's Lego problem.